When they headed back to the cabin, Beau remained silent the entire time and Taylor kept shooting him questioning looks. Once they were back inside, he dropped down onto the couch, and she flopped next to him.
“When Blake messaged me, my heart stopped, Tay. I haven’t known fear like that before. I thought I’d lost you.”
“Hey, I’m fine, because of what you taught me, remember?” She placed a hand on his broad thigh, the muscles bunching under her touch. Man, why hadn’t she paid attention to his thighs more, they were yummy.
“I know, it’s just the thought of losing you…” His voice trailed off and he looked at her, his dark eyes deep pools of worry. She needed to comfort him, she needed to comfort herself. When she thought back to this morning and what could have happened, it made her think about things, what she could have lost, what she’d been missing.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she climbed onto his lap, her legs straddling his. Their faces a breath apart and his hands settled on her hips naturally. His eyes shifted over her face, questioning. Her pulse thudded in her ears, every sense heightened to excruciating degree and she leaned in to kiss him.
He pulled back and a low growl slipped from her lips when he denied her, his eyes flaring hotly.
“Ask me nicely, Taylor.”
He probably didn’t think she was serious. Goddamn him, he was even controlling this too, testing her, demanding she do this his way, making herworkfor it. As though he read her mind he said, “You made me work for this, so now I’m makingyouwork for it.” His lips hovered over hers, his words breathy, tickling her, ratcheting up her need. His nose nuzzled hers, his grip on her hips tightened to a degree she thought she would bruise but she didn’t care.
“Beg me,” he breathed. She inched her body closer, arching a brow when she came up against his hardness. “Someone’s overexcited.”
He huffed out a laugh. “I just know how good this is gonna be.”
“But what if it’s not?” The hitch in her voice betraying her vulnerability.
“Are you actually worried about a kiss when we’ve had mind-blowing sex?”
“But our first kiss was…what if this isn’t?”
“Our first kiss waswhat, Taylor?”
She pinned him with her stare. “Perfect.”
His eyes darkened at her admission. “Well, I’m worried too,” he said.
“You are?”
“Yeah. Worried that you’ll only let me do this once when a million times wouldn’t be enough.”
Her heart stuttered in her chest at his words, at his sweetness.
“I haven’t kissed anybody since Bobby, that day in the hallway,” she blurted out. Anger flared in his eyes but was gone a moment later. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her jaw and stroking his thumb over her cheek. The way he was touching her, the way he was looking at her like she was the reason the sun rose every morning, she felt cherished. He had dismantled her walls little by little, working his way inside her.
“No pressure on me then,” he said softly. “Now stop stalling, you know what I want to hear.” The timbre of his voice grew rougher by the second, razing over her skin causing shivers to ravage her.
“Please Beau,” she whispered. A sound she could only describe as a snarl slipped from him.
“Again.” His hand circled the back of her neck, cradling her skull.
“Please Beau. Please, kiss me.”
Finallyhe closed the distance, agonizingly slow, making her wait. His own exquisite brand of torture just for her.
His lips hovered. “So beautiful,” he whispered, then kissed her cheek. Softly. Gently. His lips like silk over her sensitive skin. He kissed her other cheek, then each of her eyelids. Her forehead. Her throat became thick with emotion. Then he was kissing his way along her jaw, stopping just as he reached her lips. She moaned, the anticipation killing her. Pure, undiluted torture.
His lips whispered across hers, tingles crawling through her entire body as he did it again, continuing to tease her, making her hungry for more. When a whimper slipped from her, he gave her what she needed.
His lips pressed against hers firmly, his hand wove into her hair, holding her to him. Her stomach clenched as his tongue slid along the seam of her mouth and she opened eagerly.
He tilted his head for deeper access, stroking his tongue against hers, the kiss spiraling to a wild, animalistic place. A rumble echoed in his chest as she sucked his tongue and nibbled at his lips. A desperate noise wrenched from her and she tried to grind against his lap.
Then Beau slowed the tempo, pulling back and making her follow his lead. Dominating, setting the pace and she could only surrender and let him control it. Goosebumps raised her skin as his lips opened and closed over hers. Heartbreakingly tender. Ruining her, just like she knew he would. She was ready to tear his clothes off, she never wanted this to end. Never wanted to give up heaven now she found it.
